My new best friend.

Yesterday i finally the replaced the loss of the little hand blender with a proper blender thing. It's pretty heavy duty glass and stainless steel so with any luck it might survive a few weeks with me until i get bored of it (joke).

Right now i'm enjoying a carrot, ginger, blueberry, strawberry, apple, orange and pineapple juice smoothie. Sounds rank right? Well, incredibly, it isn't!! There seems to be no real secret to making an amazing smoothie contrary to all the websites I consulted before making my first one yesterday - "The secret of the perfect smoothie" "Smoothie mysteries revealed" etc. That's all old bollocks, if you have some half decent fruit you whack it in and wallop! Bob's your dad's brother.

All I have to do is resist the temptation to make peanut butter and banana milkshakes.

Home at last (i.e. in the pub)

So after nearly a week in the smoke it's good to get back down the boozer with the homies. A slap up meal in China China and a few beers in the Hampton (not my venue of choice but at least they have Red Stripe on tap). Somehow proceedings seemed to develop into glasses swapping and dressing up. Look at Bruce's little Face!





Oh and nothing to do with anything but here are my latest purchases. Going to buy a goat skull soon and start some rituals.

Oh and Seth shot some funny snaps at Fos-stock too - check Streetbeers for evidence.

"Nobody mess with the big Mandrill"

Oh! Brian Wilson...

After a phone conversation with Dan I finally remembered this photo I took in Boston. Oh and probably due to listening to The Beach Boys all the way home on the train yesterday in the sunshine. I have this thing where I have to listen to "Don't Worry Baby" 3 times in a row. I have the mono version of it on my iPod and so if you listen to just the left headphone you only get Brian's lead vocals or if you use just the right you get the other boy's backing vocals. Both are amazing on their own but after one run through of each you need both in for the full version - hence, 3 times.

Then after that I have to have "Surfer Girl" and continue the never-ending argument in my head - which song is better? This will almost certainly never be resolved as both are contenders for the most beautiful music ever written (and remember that 80% of the time I listen to mind numbing black/death/war metal).

Anyway, go listen to both those songs and enjoy the summer while it lasts. Soon it'll be a dark nuclear winter and Beach Boys season will be offically over. Replaced by Blasphemy, Proclamation, Von and Inquisition season.

Back home but still ill.

So, been in London since friday. The annual 'Fos-Stock' BBQ went down on sunday night with various Heroin and Landscape types alongside assorted usual suspects and even Louie Barletta and San Jose crew in attendance. Howard and Joel turned up super drunk and super funny after Seth had tried to ditch them by taking a different train.












This bit of chicken at the end of the night became one of those crap jokes that everyone finds amazingly funny. I can't explain it but trust me - it was killing us.
After the food a few of us even made it down to what would be Fos' local if he was the pubbing type and Worthington and Fiske bro'd down with the locals.




Above: Blink 1-8-Worthington.








Oh and I'm still coughing up shit like this. Great. If anyone needs me i'll be the one in bed.

Anyone going to Massachusetts?

I picked up 2 of these while in Boston so I have a spare. 2 Dollars to you, which is about a quid. Well worth it if you run into any of those imaginary terrorists they have roaming around there.

Feist addiction

Is it ok to be dead into this? I can't help it. Secret Heart is even better..

As seen on Brighton pier yesterday...

Yikes!!!

OK, So...I'm not sure if the designers of the ghost train noticed but THERE IS A BROOMSTICK COMING OUT OF THE WITCH'S BUTT !!!

That has to be scarier than the actual ride itself.

A normal Friday night for Tom then...

My neighbour Tom just popped up to say Hi - dressed as Skeletor. He doesn't always dress like that. Sometime he's a Pirate. Or a Zombie.

Boston, MA. May/June 2006. Heroin trip to see Fiske.

Another backlog of photos, Captions may be sparse as I can't remember every last detail about the kooks in the pictures. It's all of the Boston/Coliseum crew anyway.

Below, Fiske made some kind of cocktail with malaria pills and bits or mould. Don't worry, he didn't drink it. He just left it outside the house to freak the neighbours out.
This is Dave Vey, The King Of Freestyle, posing with some vomit. He's got to be one of the nicest guys i've ever met and is uncannily like my friend Ian. I.E. - they both have hilarious slams and a weird bag of tricks.


"For strong, positive, caring brothers" ??? HA HA HA, it's still a porn mag, no matter how you dress it up. This had me in stitches for about an hour.

This is CJ who came to live in the Coliseum house while I was staying there. He turned out to be one of the funniest kids i've ever met, and with his head screwed on to boot. Fiske gave him that haircut while they were drunk. Fortunately I was asleep.
The 2 pics below are from Marty's comedy drunk evening. He had this huge flagon of red wine and spent the whole time screaming at Fiske that he was a "slave to the system" and ranted about Wal-Mart and Viacom. This is how he earnt the name Wal-Marty.







OK, British skateboarders - look closely. I forget this guy's name (sorry) but he looks like an exact cross between photographers Dom Marley and Sam Ashley. Try covering the top or bottom half of his head and you'll see Dom on top, Sam below. I hope the guy wasn't too bummed that i couldn't stop laughing while taking his photo.





The 2 below are from this crazy party that Vey took us to in New Hampshire. By the time we rolled up at about 8pm they had already got through 7 kegs of beer and eaten a whole spit-roast pig! The place was full of these hillbilly muscle marys who were drunk out of their minds and a smattering of weary looking girls. There was a fight every 5 minutes, helped nicely along by the band who'd play Metallica covers (ugh!) and cheer on the combatants. It was seriously insane but hilarious to watch. Like HST said I thought i'd found the heart of the american dream. When it came to kicking out time everyone got onto their high powered Kawasakis and screamed off into the night (and the loving arms of the local Police probably.) New Hampshire license plates say "Live Free Or Die". No shit.







Fiske reckons he's "above fashion" - I say he's under it and slightly to the side. Cut off boiler suits eh? They seem unlikely to make an impact on high street fashion.